The same table is always testing the edge of the fried hair

Ye Kong turned his head and glanced at the back door guiltily, making sure Xia Ci hadn't come in yet.

He quickly crumpled up the flyer, turned his body backwards, and threw it with his right hand, and "Blind Date Meeting, Palace of Dreams" fell accurately into the white trash can in the hygiene corner.

Ye Kong clapped his hands in satisfaction, and was just about to breathe a sigh of relief, when he suddenly thought about it, he still felt uneasy.

"Little Fatty," he poked Wang Zhuoli's back.

Wang Zhuoli: "What's the matter, brother Kong?"

"Do we have a high school student handbook?" Ye Kong gestured with both hands, "The blue one seems to have been published for a long time."

Wang Zhuoli rolled his eyes, tapped his forehead with a pen cap and thought carefully, "Let me find it later."

Wang Zhuoli got up, went to the back cabinet full of books and test papers and rummaged through it.

This cabinet was collected by Lao Ji from a waste station for 20 yuan.

It was originally a cabinet used to store bowls and chopsticks at home in the 80s and [-]s. The old one is not good. A large piece of dark red paint has peeled off on the outside. There is only one screw left to fix the two small doors on the first floor.

At that time, Lao Ji carried it up to the fifth floor by herself, and the whole class was stunned with their mouths open. Although everyone knew that the class's expenses were tight, it was not so pitiful for the class teacher to go out to pick up garbage to supplement the class.

After class, every student in the class spontaneously donated ten yuan for the class fee, and persuaded Lao Ji to throw away this poor guy.

However, Lao Ji regarded it as a treasure, and used a few sheets of book wrapping paper to wrap the inside and outside of the cabinet. It was red, green and green, and it smelled like the Northeast flower cloth.

"Brother Kong, I found it," Wang Zhuoli handed over the manual.

This manual has been pressed in the cabinet for a year, and there is a musty smell, which chokes Ye Kong awake.

Wang Zhuoli sat sideways and looked at it curiously for a while: "Brother Kong, why are you looking for this manual?"

"Xia Ci seems to be trying to behave badly lately, I have to give him a vaccination and remind him," Ye Kong flipped through the directory, searched line by line, and finally stopped at "Warning!Ten Hazards of Puppy Love".

Wang Zhuoli asked in a low voice: "What do you want to do, Brother Ci? Are you going out to fight again?"

"It's okay if he's going to fight," Ye Kong used a red pen to draw on the handbook, muttering in a low voice without raising his head, "If he falls in love with someone early... it will be difficult... ..."

Wang Zhuoli didn't hear what he said later, he just thought it was the boss who was going to play some earthy jokes, he turned around silently, waiting for the boss to be cleaned up by Xueshen.

The second bell rang for evening self-study.

"Let me say it one last time. Living in the south of the city is very good. I don't want to go abroad." Xia Ci stood at the end of the corridor, his voice was extremely low, the voice control light above his head was not on, and the surrounding area was so dark that he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly. mood.

Because the class was already in session, the surrounding was eerily quiet, and I could clearly hear a series of serious male voices coming from the other end of the phone, "You have developed better abroad than at home, so what can you do if you stay in the south of the city? Look at your parents at that time. ..."

"That's your choice, not mine," Xia Ci interrupted. He hesitated for a while, but he still couldn't bear to say some wronged and sharp words, "I'm going to class, you and Mom pay attention to your health."

Before his father could answer, Xia Ci hung up the phone and walked to class.

Ye Kong was already impatient sitting on the seat, the stool seemed to be oiled, and he couldn't sit still at all.

Not long after, the back door was slowly pushed open, and Xia Ci walked in, the joy on his face was gone.

Ye Kong waited for him to sit down, handed the marked handbook to Xia Ci, and said seriously: "Lao Ji just came, let me show you this."

Xia Ci: "What are you looking at?"

Ye Kong pointed to the huge exclamation mark he had drawn with a red pen, "Ten dangers of puppy love, take a closer look."

Xia Ci glanced quickly from top to bottom, and the content inside was nothing more than delaying study and wasting money. It was old-fashioned, and he knew such things in elementary school.

"I don't read it," Xia Ci pushed the book back, "childish."

Ye Kong: "Where are you childish? This is the code of conduct for high school students! Old Ji specifically told me to let you see it."

Xia Ci turned to look at him, "I don't believe it" was clearly written in his clear eyes.

"Old Ji asked you to show me?"

Ye Kong was a little terrified by him, blinked guiltyly, and after pretending to be calm, nodded cheekily.

Xia Ci folded an English test paper in half, "Then you can rest assured that I won't fall in love early."

"..."

Ye Kong's goal had been achieved, and he silently put away the manual, but he still felt that something was wrong in his heart, and he had an inexplicable feeling that he had cheated himself.

The evening self-study get out of class was about to end, and several people in Huang He's group whispered quietly together. The teacher in class reminded them several times, but they couldn't stop them from wanting to listen to Boss Huang's bragging.

"Do you know why the south gate of the school has been closed?" Boss Huang told the story with a cadenced and mysterious tone, which made everyone's appetite slammed.

"I don't know, Boss Huang, tell me quickly."

As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, more people gathered around Huang He, and the voices who wanted to know what happened became louder and louder.

Xia Ci was sleeping on his stomach, Ye Kong didn't dare to disturb him, so he moved a bench over to join in the fun.

Huang He continued: "Have you ever heard that a student dies in our school every year?"

"I heard that there was a post in our school's post bar."

"That's right, and what's even more frightening is that," Huang Hut paused, deliberately making the atmosphere weird, "every student who died... was No.1 in the grade."

As soon as these words came out, the listeners were somewhat startled, took a breath, and glanced in the direction of Xia Ci intentionally or unintentionally.

"Is this a curse..."

"What should I do, Brother Ci, it can't be true..."

"It's okay, it's okay, you see, isn't the number one in the previous grade still doing well?"

"It's all made up."

......

Everyone was discussing in a hurry, but Huang He couldn't get in the way even if he wanted to explain.

Ye Kong frowned, tapped Huang He's desk with his fingertips and urged, "Listen to him to finish."

The surroundings became quiet for an instant, Huang He cleared his throat with a cough, and continued, "Our principal is very superstitious. A few years ago, he hired a Feng Shui master to come to the school to calculate Feng Shui."

"The master said that our school was a cemetery a long time ago, and there is a lot of resentment," Huang He said, "The south gate is the most important place, and it must be sealed with iron."

"That's how the South Gate came about. Since the gate was closed, the safety of the school has been smooth, and the No.1 students have been admitted to Tsinghua University every year."

"In this way, the south gate has become the biggest taboo of No. [-] Middle School. Once it is opened again...then the problem will not be a little big."

......

Not to mention the third middle school, such stories are often circulated in the second middle school next door. Stories about red hands in the toilet and wronged souls in the library emerge in endlessly, but students with a little scientific value will not believe it.

In fact, after everyone listens to this story, it is regarded as a conversation material after dinner. After this effort, it will enter the left ear and come out of the right ear, forgetting it completely, and will not take it into the heart at all.

But Ye Kong is different, he thinks this matter is no small matter, who let him have such a good study at the same table.

Ye Kong had already started to frown worriedly.

After the people in Boss Huang's small theater dispersed, Ye Kong returned to his seat worriedly, and glanced at Xia Ci who was still sleeping.

I thought to myself that this person is really a big trouble.

But troubles are troubles, but this person always makes him miss him so much.

Ye Kong felt that he might be sick.

After half a class, Xia Ci woke up leisurely, peeled a toffee and stuffed it into his mouth, then pulled out a blank test paper and started to do it.

Ye Kong hesitated for a while, not knowing how to speak, he glanced at Xia Ci's face from time to time, as if he had a thousand words but nowhere to say them.

After going back and forth several times, Xia Ci couldn't bear it anymore, and asked: "What are you aiming at, I have flowers growing on my face?"

Xia Ci: "Just say what you want to say."

"That..." Ye Kong hesitated, "Did you get nervous during the exam, and occasionally stumble?"

Xia Ci: "Normally not."

Hearing this, Ye Kong frowned even tighter.

Xia Ci didn't understand, so he asked, "What exactly do you want to say?"

"I mean, can you stop taking the first place in the grade in the future?" Ye Kong breathed out, "You can control it a little bit, save a few points in the test, and give up the first place."

Xia Ci: "Why?"

"...There's no reason," Ye Kong didn't want to tell him such a horrible curse, "Anyway, for the sake of your personal safety, you are the second in the exam, and you can't be the first in the exam."

"..."

The author has something to say: Xia Ci: The second grader is [-] points worse than me. It is not a problem that I can solve with a little control

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